Book 4: Chapter 3


    Allow me to exin again.


    A few days had passed since their tea party with Lowellmina. The carriage swayed as it passed through the town. Ninym was addressing Fnya, who sat across from her.


    You will be attending the ceremony tomemorate the fifth anniversary of Mealtars uniting with the Empire.


    Not for the summit of the Imperial family.


    Ninym nodded. That is a gathering exclusive to them. Outsiders cannot participate or observe. Meaning theres no real reason for everyone to be here. But the princes wished to gather thends most influential people in the same ce. This ceremony serves as the pretext to summon everyone.


    Which the important guests knew. They hade for other reasons: to form ties with the Imperial princes, to appraise theirpetition, to satisfy their curiosity, et cetera.


    The ceremony consists of a simple greeting and congrattory address. The main event is the dinner party for the guests of honor and invitees. There, we will try to greet the stars of the night: the eldest prince, Demetrio; the middle prince, Bardloche; and the youngest prince, Manfred. As for their appearance and expected ideals


    Its all right. I remember what Wein told me, Fnya said with a brave nod.


    Her nerves were written all over her face.


    Ninym lightly admonished her. Its only a greeting. No need to be so nervous.


    I know, but I cant help myself. The princess pouted. If I could, Id like to stop my hands from shaking, too. But then I start wondering if I can pull this whole thing off, and I


    It wasnt surprising, considering she was about to embark on the first significant venture in her life. However, Ninym could not let the girl copse under the pressure.


    In that case, what if you pretended to be Prince Wein?


    What do you mean?


    How do you think he would act in this scenario?


    Hmm Fnya dug up all her memories of observing Wein from behind the scenes.


    Her brother was kind and dependable. Even when he was totally cornered, shed never seen him tremble in fear like she did. His back was always the straightest whenever the situations got more difficult. He would hold his head high, stick out his chest, and smile.


    Fnya pushed the corners of her mouth up with her fingers. What do you think? Am I smiling like Wein?


    Its looking a little strained.


    Ill need to practice.


    It seems your hands have stopped shaking.


    Fnya checked to see if it was true. There was still tension in her core, but her fingers were no longer trembling.


    Ninym, Ill do my best and make sure I see this through.


    I am certain you will, Ninym said respectfully. Neither I nor Prince Wein have any doubt that you will fulfill your role.


    The carriage came to a slow halt. They could see arge building outside the window. It was the State Guesthouse, andmark in Mealtars. People were already gathering inside. As Fnya looked on in awe at the foreign structure, servants of the city opened the carriage door.


    Shall we, Your Highness? Ninym prompted.


    Fnya took a deep breath and firmly nodded.


    From the moment they stepped foot inside the venue, it was like they had entered another world.


    Every avable surface of the walls was meticulously decorated with intricate pieces. The chandelier almost looked like a jewel suspended from the ceiling, making all wonder in awe over its craftsmanship. It bathed the room in a soft light, giving the polished floors an indescribable gleam.


    It was a banquet. The tables were covered with crisp cloths and set with floral centerpieces. They must have been imported. Their sweet nectar tickled the guests noses, filling the hall with the unfamiliar scent.


    Even the attendees were suitably elegant for the asion, though that was expected.


    After all, this summit was intimately connected to the future of both the Empire and the surrounding nations. Should they trust the Empire or abandon it? Who would make a good ally? Who might be a threat? Those in attendance were here to sort this out.


    Do not feel daunted, Your Highness, whispered Ninym from behind.


    Yes, I know. Fnya took a step forward.


    Smile, Fnya. Think of Wein.


    Two steps. Then three. She straightened her back and wore her best smile.


    The people around her began to whisper.


    What a lovelydy. Where is she from?


    I dont think Ive seen her before. But she appears well-mannered.


    Apanied by a hm attendant. A rarity.


    Speaking of the hm, I hear they upy vital posts that serve the royal family of Natra.


    Then she must be


    Princess Fnya. A pair of shoes clinked before her. I havent seen you since our tea party. How have you been?


    It was the princess of the Earthworld Empire, Lowellmina.


    The crowd really started to buzz. Of course. She was one of the guests of honor. All present were carefully watching her every move. And any blunder here would be unforgivable.


    Yes, of course. Embarrassingly enough, I have a little too much energy, Fnya replied after taking a deep breath.


    Lowellmina smiled. I see. I was worried for your health when I heard it was your first visit to a foreign nation. But I see that my concerns were all for naught.


    I am grateful for your concern. My time in the Empire has been quite agreeable so far.


    Fnya had managed toe up with this inoffensive reply when a third voice cut in.


    As a citizen of Mealtars, I could receive no greater honor.


    It was a middle-aged man. He looked unfamiliar.


    As Fnya considered who he might be, Lowellmina introduced him. This is the mayor of Mealtars, Cosimo.


    He bowed. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Princess Fnya.


    Fnya curtsied in return. It is wonderful to meet you, Mayor Cosimo. Thank you for inviting me to this ceremony.


    As an ally of the Earthworld Empire, it is only natural that you receive an invitation. It is unfortunate that we are unable to meet the rumored crown prince, but He offered a gentle smile. I never thought his stand-in would be so lovely. I must instruct my subordinates to offer a more cordial wee.


    My. You tter me. As to be expected of the mayor of a merchant city.


    No, not at all. In my youth, I wasnt the best at my job. After all, Icked the most essential skill for any merchant: the ability to lie to the customer. Cosimo shrugged in jest, making Fnya and Lowellmina chuckle.


    Do not let him fool you, Princess Fnya. You know how they say, study a religion to know God, and study under the Imperial military to fight? Well, you should study under Cosimo to get rich.


    And for those inquiring young ones, I tell them: Make honest deals.


    Hee-hee. If that were true, your ledger would only have a cover, Mayor Cosimo.


    Its the strangest thing. If I even take my eyes off it for a second, all the pages in my ledger go missing. Fairies must be ying a trick on me.


    Fnya burst outughing.


    Beside her, Lowellmina gave a mischievous grin. Oh, Ive heard of those fairies. If I remember correctly, they visit dishonest merchants at night.


    I see! Well, Ive heard they are known to choose the wrong target on asion. Cosimo shook his head in consternation.


    Lowellmina was giggling as she leaned over to Fnya. What do you think? You should really be careful to not let your guard down around Mayor Cosimo.


    Fnya touched shoulders with Lowellmina. It seems that way. If you give him the opportunity, hell deceive you before you know it.


    As the two stared at him, Cosimo gave a wry smile and threw his hands up in defeat.


    I fear I have fallen into your disfavor. I shall withdraw until my financial matters have been put into orderPlease enjoy the banquet, Your Highnesses.


    With a bow, Cosimo left the two and went to mingle with other guests.


    Fnya let out an internal sigh of relief. She was surprised after suddenly getting embroiled in a conversation, but as expected of a mayor, he was clever and witty. The interaction had ultimately put her at ease.


    Well, Lowellmina said, interrupting her thoughts. Now that weve had an enjoyable time with Mayor Cosimo, Princess Fnya, allow me to guide you to our guests of honor since you havee all this way.


    This proposal seemed toe out of nowhere.


    The guests of honor. The three Imperial princes. Fnya nced toward the center of the reception area. It had been swarming with people ever since she arrived. She imagined the princes were in the middle of it.


    Wh-what should I do?


    Aplishing her goal meant breaking into that crowd and standing before them. But the sea of people was made up of influential figures with established reputations. Fnya was worried whether she could actually inject herself in that conversation.


    But the banquet wasnt going tost forever. The princes had to have their own preparations to make before the summit. If she was careless, she would miss her chance. But if Lowellmina was acting as their intermediary, Fnya could make the most of this situation. On the flip side, if Lowellmina was the one to introduce her, the other attendees would note the close rtionship between Natra and the Imperial princess.


    Should she prioritize her goal? Or should she aim to resolve things on her own?


    Fnya was filled with momentary indecision, but before she could settle on a conclusion, Lowellmina gently gripped her hand.


    Well then, let us go.


    Wait. What


    Lowellmina was acting like this was no big deal, and Fnya began to follow out of reflex. Two or three stepster, the young princess realized she had no choice in the matter.


    Sh-she got me!


    With Lowellmina dragging her along, Princess Fnya made her way toward the princes. It seemed simple on the outside. But there were multipleyers and implications to the situation.


    Lowellmina had managed to lower Fnyas guard by taking her side during their conversation with Cosimo. And when that happened, Lowellmina pounced.


    In a fluster, Fnya craned her neck to look back at Ninym, who shook her head. If the princess cast aside Lowellminas hand, it would draw the attention of everyone around her. It would only lead to unnecessaryplications.


    U-um I should find a good reason to let go


    Fnya tried to think of something, but Lowellmina was already one step ahead of her.


    Princess Fnya, how much do you know about my older brothers?


    U-um, a certain degree.


    Oh, is that true? How are they perceived in Natra?


    Um, well


    Lowellmina started to unleash a stream of random topics.


    Fnya was trying to answer and simultaneously think of a good n. But that did not pan out too well.


    Enough! I cant collect my thoughts! Fnya was screaming on the inside.


    Lowellmina was worming herself into Fnyas brain by overloading her with information. And worst of all, Fnya knew there was nothing she could do.


    Shes the worst! Fnya felt a rush of indignation, ring at her.


    Unsurprisingly, Lowellmina looked calm.


    During this exchange, they arrived at the front of the throng of people. Fnya watched as the crowd parted when they noticed Lowellmina. Standing before them were three men.


    My dear brothers. May I have a moment of your time? Lowellmina called out.


    All eyes fell on her.


    Fnya had no choice but to go along with it. She steeled herself.


    What is it, Lowellmina? one of the men asked.


    He sounded like he was in a bad mood, but Lowellmina pretended not to notice.


    I want to introduce you to someone, she prompted, nudging Fnya toward the three.


    These are the princes of the Empire


    The eldest prince, Demetrio. His garments were the shiest. He seemed to look down on both her and Lowellmina.


    The middle prince, Bardloche. He had the build of a military man and a deep scar on his face. He stared at them with sharp eyes.


    The youngest prince, Manfred. He was young, maybe a bit older than Wein, with elegant features. He looked at her with curiosity.


    It is a pleasure to meet you. I am the crown princess of the Kingdom of Natra, Fnya Elk Arbalest.


    As she bowed to the princes, she recalled a conversation with Wein before she had left.


    Next, the Imperial princes.


    After briefing her on Lowellmina, Wein had continued to the following topic.


    First, the eldest prince, Demetrio. As the oldest among the three, he has the backing of the most conservative noble families. Basically, they only support him because hes the eldest. Theres nothing noteworthy about his abilities or personality. Well, hes the prodigal son.


    A little like Lord Geralt, who passed away after that recent ident.


    He isnt quite that bad I hope. Weins cheek twitched. That incident had been too unexpected, even for him.


    Next, the middle prince, Bardloche. His main backerse from the military. Apparently, hes a great fighter, since a renowned soldier trained him from an early age. Hes even led his forces into battle as a general.


    Hmm Hey, Wein, why cant he be the Emperor?


    Bardloche fit the image of a strong emperor that many in the Empire longed for.


    But Wein shook his head. He focuses on military affairs to the detriment of everything else, possibly because of his personal history. And he tends to disrespect civil officials. He wants to be more ironfisted with any provinces that wont fall in line, and thats made him some enemies.


    Fnya found this answer persuasive. As she learned by watching Wein, she had started to develop a vague understanding about the importance of bnce when running a nation.


    Last is the youngest, Manfred. His supportes from the nouveau riche. It helps that he has a silver tongue. He keeps making promises to people that hell deliver once he bes the Emperor, which is how hes managed to secure the cooperation of many provinces.


    Is thatall right?


    Who knows? Maybe hell keep his promises, or hell dere them null and void once hes on the throne Hes the hardest to read of the three. You should definitely watch out for him.


    Wein shrugged and went on. Well, the princes are all in the same boat. Their support has gged, because they messed up with a botched rebellion and the princess has been performing well. Theyre looking at the summit as their chance to make aeback. Theyre nning to use it as an opportunity to persuade any important attendees, Mealtars, and Lowellmina to join their factions.


    Ah, thats right. The princes havent realized her true goal yet and still see her as someone to win over.


    This oversight could be attributed to Lowellmina positioning herself in just the right way. They would crush her if she was an obvious rivalpeting with them for the throne. But she had done a skilled job at portraying herself as a princess who simply acted out of love for her nation. Each prince was scheming to get her on his side, so the reputation of his faction would soar. For this reason, she couldnt afford to act recklessly. Fnya thought it was diabolical.


    Plus, they arent gathering so many major yers together to win them over: They want to exert dominance over the Empire while its ridden by turmoil.


    It had been a year since the Earthworld Empire lost its emperor. But the princes remained in a standoff, and the next ruler was still yet to be decided. Naturally, the entire nation was in a state of perpetual anxiety.


    They had invited people to this summit that would normally only be attended by the rightful heirs to the throne to prove that their influence had not fadedand to show they were mature enough to solve this with words.


    In any case, that about sums up the three princes. When you meet, I imagine they will study you closely to gauge the rtionship between Natra and Lowellminaand to see if they can undermine it.


    And even if they try, I will not let them.


    Exactly.


    Wein stroked Fnyas hair.


    Make sure you stay on guard. Youll be surrounded by people you dont know, so youll be under a lot of pressure. And dont forget to be careful out there. With you looking so cute, I imagine men are going to try to chat you up outside of the political sphere. Turn them down.


    Please, Wein. You dont have to tell me twice. Fnyas cheeks puffed out as she faced her overprotective brother.


    I know. But big brothers always worry about this kind of thing, Wein said, still stroking her hair.


    Back to the present.


    With the eyes of the princes and murmuring crowd on her, Fnya finally understood why Weins fears had not been unfounded.


    Fnya had appeared before her fair share ofrge crowds at balls and other events in Natra. But the weight she currently felt on her shoulders threatened to crush those humble experiences.


    But


    Her brother had entrusted her with an important duty. This was no time to be scared.


    Fnya looked straight at the princes.


    Well, that is a surprise.


    The first to speak was the youngest prince, Manfred.


    Id heard your name, Princess Fnya, but I never expected you to be this lovely. I wish we had be acquainted earlier, he noted with the light and easy eloquence of a master musician.


    Oh! he then eximed theatrically. Please forgive me. I am the youngest prince of the Earthworld Empire, Manfred Earthworld. It is a pleasure to meet you, Princess Fnya.


    It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Prince Manfred.


    The next introduced himself in a low voice.


    Im Bardloche, the second prince I see the younger sister of the rumored Prince Wein hase in his stead.


    I am terribly sorry. As prince regent, he was unable to get away from his many duties.


    So Ive heard. Looks like he really showed the West a thing or two. I thought Id get a chance to talk to him. Thats too bad.


    Thest to offer hisments was the hostile eldest prince.


    Im the eldest prince of Earthworld, Demetrio.


    Something about his voice signaled he was displeased.


    Thank you foring all the way from the far north. But this is a crucial event for the Empire and our ally nations. Sending the crown princess


    His eyes bored into Fnya.


    leads me to believe youre looking down on us.


    No, wed never


    That left Fnya flustered. She had expected him to be outwardly weing to win people over, but Demetrio had just proven her wrong.


    The swarm of influential guests seemed just as surprised. They must have expected him to cut off their alliance or do something simrly drastic because they paid extra close attention to the tense conversation.


    Of all the things to say Lowellmina cut in.


    Weve invited Natra to a ceremony to celebrate the unity between Mealtars and the Empire. I know its unfortunate we cannot meet Prince Wein, but I think its heartless to deem her unworthy of your time.


    Everyone knew the true purpose of the gathering: the Summit of the Imperial Children, a matter of utmost importance to the Empire. But in the public sphere, they had gotten together for another reasonfor this ceremonywhich Lowellmina had just reminded Demetrio.


    He red at her in silence. But she didnt flinch, meeting his gaze and pressing him further.


    Dont you agree, Manfred? she asked another prince.


    Finding himself in the conversation, Manfred quickly surveyed the scene and shrugged.


    It seems weve caught Demetrio in a foul mood. Here, Princess Fnya. Come with me. Let us chat.


    It seemed Manfred had decided it would be more strategic to get closer to Natra than follow Demetrios lead. Manfred gently extended his hand to Fnya.


    However, it wasnt as though Bardloche would allow this to pass withoutment.


    Wait, Manfred. Im interested in hearing what Natra has to say.


    Bardloche, youre in for a reality check: I know youre a warmongering moron, but have you ever heard of waiting for your turn?


    In that case, you should be conceding to me, little brother.


    Just when Lowellmina had helped Fnya sidestep Demetrios verbal assault, the Imperial princess had introduced a new source of tension between Bardloche and Manfred. Fnya couldnt keep up with all these sudden twists and turns.


    Your Highness, Ninym whispered into her ear from behind. If we stay here, we will be caught up in their argument. We should leave now.


    B-but what should I say?


    What about something like this? Ninym suggested.


    Fnya nodded her head and turned to Manfred.


    Prince Manfred, I am ttered by your invitation, but I ask that you grant this honor to someone else for today.


    Do you find me a disagreeable conversation partner?


    Most certainly not Fnya said before taking Lowellminas hand. I have already promised the princess that I would set aside time to speak with her.


    What? Lowellmina looked surprised.


    Hmm Manfred offered, searching for a true motive.


    Since Lowellmina had been the one to make the introduction, Fnya would have already found it difficult to deny that there was a close rtionship between Natra and Lowellmina. Given the situation, Fnya decided it was better to go all out and use Lowellmina as an excuse to leave.


    Based on their current policy to remain distant from the fight for the throne, it was ast-ditch effort for Natra. But this was also the best way out.


    Thats right. I am very sorry, Manfred, Lowellmina said.


    I see Well, a promise is a promise.


    The princes assumed Fnya had been part of Lowellminas faction from the start. This wasnt an odd request. Plus, Lowellmina benefited from pretending to be in an established allegiance. There was no reason for her to pass up this opportunity either.


    Well, now that I have introduced you to my brothers, let us be on our way, Princess Fnya.


    Yes, of course. Please excuse me.


    Fnya bowed and joined Lowellmina. They walked together to the outer margins of the hall. As soon as they were out of earshot, Lowellmina began to giggle.


    Hee-hee. You did excellent in getting us out of there.


    Though they had only managed to sneak off because Lowellmina had gone along with her n, it was her fault in the first ce for dragging Fnya to the princes. The young princess was feeling conflicted about this whole thing.


    Well then, Princess Fnya, what shall we do from here? I would not mind actually chatting together.


    Fnya had seeded in introducing herself to the princes. Lowellmina had seeded in unting a close rtionship with Natra. In other words, both had aplished their goals. All that was left was to enjoy the banquets culinary offerings and mingle with the regr guests, and then Fnya would finally be free! Though if she was being honest, the conversation with the princes had already exhausted all her energy.


    She must have been an open book, because Lowellmina shed her a dry smile.


    It might be best if you rest awhile. I will go speak with the other guests. My brothers are trapped by their followers, and I imagine they wont disturb you again in the reception hall. Ill see you againter, Lowellmina said before leaving.


    When she was out of sight, Fnya heaved a heavy sigh.


    Hff


    You did well today, Princess Fnya, Ninym kindly offered at her side.


    Fnya became timid. Hey, Ninym, I, um


    No need to make such a face. You performed marvelously.


    Fnyas face rxed for an instant, but she quickly became dissatisfied.


    Lowellmina had gotten the better of her. As Weins little sister, Fnya had hoped to report something worthwhile, but now she was full of regret.


    But it was Fnyas first time in dealing with foreign diplomacy, after all. This was the expected oue when facing important and experienced people.


    Thatpelled Ninym to say, Diplomacy often bes tangled by individual thoughts and heightened emotions, so it is only reasonable that things will not always go as nned. For now, we should rejoice that we have aplished our goal.


    Youre right, Ninym.


    Fnya understood that oues were never certain. She felt guilty, but that was going to get her nowhere.


    I think Ill rest for now. And when I feel better, we can brainstorm ways to help out Wein.


    Yes, thats the spirit. Ninym smiled before her eyes suddenly flicked toward the reception hall. Princess Fnya, I am afraid I must leave you for a moment.


    Whats wrong?


    I have some affairs to attend to. I will return soon. Please do not worry Nanaki, watch over the princess until Ie back. Ninym turned on her heel and raced toward the hall.


    Nanaki instantly appeared at her side, and Fnya tilted her head in confusion.


    I wonder whats bothering Ninym?


    Beats me.


    Hmm Hey, Nanaki, what are you eating?


    A pastry. Theyve got more over there. Theyre pretty good.


    I want one, Fnya said, and walked with Nanaki over to the table.


    Beyond the reception hall was a pathway that Ninym followed. After a while, she arrived at a garden.


    Standing at its entrance was a single woman. Ninym knew her face well. It was Lowellminas attendant, Fyshe Blundell.


    Upon noticing Ninym walking toward her, Fyshe stepped to the side and pointed inside the garden. Ninym entered. Next to the fountain was Lowellmina.


    If it isnt Ninym. What a coincidence that we would meet here. Lowellmina genuinely looked shocked.


    Ninym sighed. Says the one who kept shing me looks.


    When Lowellmina had parted with Fnya, she had given Ninym a meaningful look from the corner of her eye.


    It was easy enough for Ninym to decode this as a signal for her toe and meet Lowellmina alone.


    Hee-hee, Im joking. Am I right to imagine that you were the one toe up with Princess Fnyas n?


    Wein told me to give her as much space as possible, but in a situation like that


    I bet you were surprised Demetrio would dare to say such things to her face.


    Our alliance nearly fell apart. Honestly, what was he thinking?


    Ninym could understand if this had happened after the Empire had settled down. In that scenario, he could have picked a fight with Natra over something random and destroyed them at his leisure. But he had tried to make more enemies while the embers of civil war were still hot. It was madness.


    Lowellmina answered her question wlessly. Its simple: Hes the eldest son. Wein is doing well in Natra, and Weins little sister hase instead.


    I still dont get it.


    Its all about pride. Hes the eldest prince of the Earthworld Empirethe greatest power of the Eastern continent! But his reputation isnt the best, and its looking like his younger brothers may oust him. On top of that, their northern ally is performing well in the East and the West! Plus, Crown Prince Wein is younger than him! And as a kicker, Prince Wein has sent his younger sister to the gathering where Demetrio might be crowned emperor! My older brother must find it intolerable.


    I wouldnt call that rational.


    If hed been born with a brain, hed be sitting on the throne by now, Lowellmina said with a giggle.


    Ninym let out another sigh and changed the subject.


    Fine, lets leave it at that. What business do you have with me? I dont want to leave Princess Fnya alone for too long. Please make it brief.


    Hey! Whos more important to you: me or the princess?


    Princess Fnya. That should be obvious.


    Aww! How could you, Ninym?


    Ninym remained silent and turned on her heel.


    Ah, wait. Time-out. I was just kidding.


    Im busy.


    I cant believe youre so cold after weve gone so long without seeing each other. But thats what I love about you!Oh, please dont leave!


    If youre not going to get to the point, I will report to Wein that Fattymina has doubled in size.


    Thats harassment! Fine. Theres obviously only one thing that Id call you for: Would you like to make a deal?


    What kind of deal?


    I want Princess Fnya to openly dere that Natra supports me.


    Ninym narrowed her eyes. Isnt it already known that you have connections with Natra?


    Yes, thanks to you. But I need one more push. It would have been one thing if the acting leader of Natra had actuallye and done the same thing as Princess Fnya. But everyone is bound to question whether she represents the official position of Natra.


    Ninym understood where she wasing from. This was Fnyas first foray into diplomacy. On the flip side, it was the first time other nations had a chance to engage with her.


    In other words, no one knew her standing as a diplomator even if she had the ability to influence her own nation at all.


    If she had kept a promise made to another nation as the representative of Natra, she would hold more value as a diplomat. On the other hand, if she did not have a say in international politics, Fnya would be reduced to a sight for sore eyes and not much else.


    Of course, it would be hard to imagine someone from the royal family not having an impactbut the other nations must think she cant fully represent the kingdom, since Wein is the official leader.


    That was why this final push was necessary. Lowellmina wanted a public deration that Natra would side with her. If a member of the royal family made such an announcement, there would be no room for doubt.


    Do you think you could put in a good word for me, Ninym? If it came from you, I think she would be inclined to agree. Please? Lowellmina made it sound as if she was asking for a small favor.


    With her fine features, she certainly looked very sweet.


    But Ninym remained cool. What will we get in return? I imagine you prepared something to hold up your end of the deal.


    Of course. Incidentally, what do you think it is? If you answer correctly, Ill tell you one extra bit of information.


    I dont care. Just tell me.


    Hmph. Be that way. Lowellmina pursed her lips in disappointment. And in the next moment, her eyes housed something terrible.


    Its about the summit. Her lips curled into a smirk. Dont you want to know more about the meeting thatll only be attended by me and the princes?


    If Ninym had been some other foreign bigwig, she would have pounced without missing a beat.


    After all, they were talking about the private meeting that could literally decide the fate of the Empire. What deals would be struck? Where would their choices take them? It wasnt an exaggeration to say every word that passed behind those closed doors was worth a fortune.


    It was bold of Lowellmina to choose this moment to y her hand. It made clear she had her eyes on Natra and that now was the best opportunity to bargain with her target.


    You all certainly are clever.


    I wouldnt say that, Lowellmina reflexively responded. An instantter. You all?


    Lowellmina went instantly on alert.


    Ninym was suddenly all smiles. You know, Wein prepared an answer in case you came to us with a deal, Lowa.


    There were two potential paths. One was where Fnya would deflect Lowellminas advances and keep a safe distance from the battle for the throne. The other was where Lowellmina would get the better of them and Natra would be considered her potential ally.


    Wein had been expecting Lowellmina would bring up this bargaining chip, no matter the path they were on.


    What did he say?


    Ninym offered up Weins answer. Ill tell you verbatim: Back off. I dont need a deal.


    Lowellmina was silent for a few seconds. I see Wein views the most important event for the Empire as a stepping stone for his younger sister.


    Then she red at Ninymand at Wein through his proxy. It seems weve been snubbed.


    Ninym snorted derisively. If you dont want to be treated that way, pick up the pace and choose an emperor. Otherwise, nothing will change even if you continue talking, Imperial candidate.


    The two stared icy daggers at each other for a few seconds, which was more than enough time for the faint of heart to swoon. Lowellmina was the first to break off her gaze.


    This is unfortunate, but I guess you leave me little choice. If thats the case, I suppose I will shift my attention to solidifying my schemes at the summit.


    I am cheering for you.


    Wow. How sincere.


    My heart is already taken. If you have nothing more to say, Ill be heading back.


    All rightOh, just a moment. Lowellmina held Ninym back before she could turn away. Youvee all this way, so Ill tell you that extra piece of information I mentioned.


    Even though I didnt answer correctly?


    Call it a participation award. Lend me your ear. Lowellmina whispered something almost unintelligible.


    Ninyms eyes widened in surprise. Is that true?


    It is. Lowellmina nodded, smiling mischievously. Those two are on their way here.


    Hmm


    Keeping to a corner of the reception hall, Fnya whimpered like a small animal.


    Well? Did you figure it out? asked the boy next to her, Nanaki.


    Sort of Fnyas eyes zeroed in on a group on the right edge of the room. It seemsthat the man over there has been talking the entire time, but the people around him arent interested.


    Youre right, Nanaki replied. The attendees are used to keeping up appearances. But they tend to put all their energy into maintaining their expressionand neglect to care about the position of their feet. Look at how theyre all pointed in different directions. Its a sign their minds are checked out.


    Nanaki was right. None of the people around the talking man had their feet facing toward him. Most were pointed toward the center of the halltoward the Imperial princes.


    Are you always people watching, Nanaki?


    Im a guard. Ites with the job, he replied curtly. Anyway, why did you suddenly ask me to teach you how to read bodynguage?


    Isnt it obvious? I want to help Wein, Fnya answered, as if it were the only logical answer. I failed this time. It must have been because I let Princess Lowellmina control the flow of the conversation. I want to observe the other guests to learn how to take and hold the initiative in a discussion. That way I can use it at the next opportunity. Right?


    You dont know if there will be a next time.


    But if there is, Ill be able to stand tall. I want to get revenge against Princess Lowellmina.


    Fnyas eyes burned with a sense of duty.


    Nanaki didnt look the least bit interested. In that case, he offered, check that group over there. You can probably learn something from them.


    He pointed to a tight cluster of people on the left-hand side. Though smaller than the one around the Imperial princes, a considerable crowd had gathered around one person.


    Umm Unlike with the other man, all feet are facing toward the one in the middle.


    The speaker is petite, right? Being tall helps you stand out, but that also means its tough if youre short.


    To draw this crowd, that person must be a great speaker, right?


    And with clever use of gestures, the speaker has captured the focus of their sight and hearing. Conquering two of the five senses is huge.


    Now that he mentioned it, Fnya remembered how Wein used bodynguage to drive home points during his own meetings. It was a good reminder to study his mannerisms when she got home.


    Fnya stepped forward. Nanaki, lets go over and listen.


    Wait, in front of


    Huh? Meep. She felt something bounce off her face.


    By the time she realized shed run into something, she was on her way down. She could already imagine the crashing impact But in the next instant, an arm wrapped around her back and supported her.


    Whoa. Are you injured?


    It belonged to a man who must have been in the military. He did not pitch forward as he held Fnya up with one hand. His formal outfit for the ceremony looked stiff and ufortable.


    Y-yes. Im fine. Fnya corrected her posture and bowed to the man. Please pardon my inattention.


    Not at all. It was my mistake for not noticing sooner. Think nothing of it. The man offered a cheerful smile. His uninhibited expression eased the hearts of those whoid eyes upon it.


    Someone called out toward them. Glen, whats going on?


    Another man appeared, seemingly an acquaintance of the military man, since they were on a first-name basis. This new arrival gave off apletely different vibe from Glen.


    His formal outfit fit him like a glove, and his gaze was keenly intelligent. If Glen was a typical military man, he was a typical civil official.


    Oh, Strang. Nothing to worry about. Did you get what you needed done?


    Yes, Ive finished speaking with Prince ManfredAnd who might this be? Strang turned to look at Fnya.


    Oh, this is Glen trailed off. Shoot. I havent asked yet.


    You really have to get it together. Strang looked exasperated. He faced Fnya. Pardon mypanion. I am Strang Nanos, acting governor-general for the Imperial province of Burnoch. And this is


    Glen Markham, humble soldier of the Empire.


    They both bowed.


    Fnya introduced herself. A pleasure. I am the crown princess of Natra, Fnya Elk Arbalest.


    Fnya found their reactions odd. For some reason, they grew flustered after hearing her name.


    She had initially thought it was because they were surprised by her rank, but that didnt seem to be the case. From their reactions, she could guess something else had thrown them off.


    Is something the matter?


    Glen was the one to answer, voice strained. Ah, um, no, thats My apologies. By Natra, do you mean the nation where Prince Wein resides?


    Yes. He is my older brother.


    Glen and Strang exchanged looks.


    Fnya cocked her head to the side. Do you know him personally?


    Strang cleared his throat. No He just happens to share the same name as an acquaintance.


    Y-yeah. Though judging by Prince Weins ster reputation, its audacious to even bring both of them up in the same breath.


    Ah, I see.


    Wein wasnt a rare name. And if these honest men were bad-mouthing their acquaintance, Fnya knew he must have been nothing like her brother.


    Huh. I swear Glen sounds familiar


    Where could she have heard it? It wasnt an umon name either, so it must have been from some unrted memory.


    Strang spoke up. I am terribly sorry, Princess Fnya. I hope youll forgive the rushed introduction. I am afraid we have somewhere to be. I am reluctant to part like this, but


    Oh, is that so? Take no mind of me.


    Thank you. I hope we have the chance to meet again Glen.


    Right. See ya, Princess.


    The two turned on their heels and exited the reception hall. They must have had some rather urgent business.


    That Glen seems really deft. The other guys just a sack of bones, though.


    Oh, really? Fnya asked Nanaki.


    But I didnt get a bad vibe from him, he added, nodding.


    Fnya had never seen Nanaki fight. But she knew both Wein and Ninym thought highly of his skills. If Nanaki thought Glen was strong, it couldnt be false.


    All of a sudden, Fnya felt thepulsion to ask a mean question. Is he stronger than you, Nanaki?


    It depends. Hes strong enough that I cant guarantee how a fight between us would end, Nanaki answered.


    Fnyas cheeks puffed out at his textbook response.


    But it would be a different story if you were involved, Fnya, he whispered.


    Hmm? Did you say something?


    Nothing. Nanaki pointedly turned his face away.


    Ninym returned at that moment.


    I apologize for the wait, Princess Fnya Did something happen, Nanaki?


    Nothing. Didnt you want to listen in on that group over there, Fnya?


    Ah, thats right. Lets all go together.


    Fnya set off with Nanaki in tow.


    Ninym cocked her head in apparent confusion and followed from behind.


    The sun was starting to set on Mealtars. The city was awash with the red evening light.


    And it was sundown, even in the far northern corners of Natra.


    Phew, Wein let out, tossing a sheaf of documents on his desk after finishing some work in his office.


    He nced next to himto where Ninym normally stood over him. Of course, there was no one there now. She was in Mealtars, acting as his little sisters diplomatic aide.


    Im worried, he identally let slip, quietly to himself.


    IM! WORRIED! SICK! Wein boomed as if the floodgates had opened on his repressed emotions.


    Ngh I wonder if Fnyas okay I know nothing will happen to her with Ninym and Nanaki apanying her, but What if? No Unless?


    Wein had taken the plunge and sent Fnya off with the delegation to Mealtars. She had wanted to go, and he had hoped it would help her grow. He had no regrets about his decision. None at all. But that didnt mean he wasnt worried.


    I hope she isnt working herself too hard


    If Fnya could see him now, she would smile at him dryly. On his face now was the same worried look she had whenever Wein went off to a foreign country.


    Please pardon me, Your Highness. Someone knocked on the door and entered the room.


    Oh, Revan. Ive finished up the paperwork.


    Revan was the hm who served as an aide to Weins father, King Owen. He was currently acting as Owens nurse as the king recovered. But since Ninym had gone with Fnya, he filled the role as Weins temporary aide.


    Please let me take a look. Revan gathered the documents and quickly thumbed through them. Everything appears to be in order. With this edict, General Hagal will be reinstated on paper and in practice.


    The aides smile was a bitter one. You were rather reckless, Your Highness. Using the general to smoke out the rebels and whatnot.


    It was originally a long-term n. It was my fault for letting the West get the better of me Ive already got a ton of k from Ninym about it. Try to go easy on me.


    Ha-ha-ha. It appears that you two have a fine rtionship. Out of respect, I shall say no more on the matter, Revan said. I would like to bring something to your attention, however. Those we have purged generally filled smaller roles, but we now have a few unfilled positions and domains. What do you advise we do?


    There are hm with time on their hands, right? Move some of them around for now.


    Revan looked surprised. Assigning hm to positions of power will invite opposition from non-hm. And it may cause the hm in those posts to grow conceited as they be used to their new status. Is that all right?


    Let me ask you: Do you think Natra can be picky about personnel?


    Revan remained silent.


    Natra is getting biggergeographically and economically. We need to bring to bear all avable human capital, even if it means enduring cuts or bruises or thorns, or well never get a handle on our situation.


    I understand. Well then, as you wish. He bowed, then seemed to remember something. ording to our schedule, the ceremony in Mealtars should be today.


    Youre right. As long as its gone without a hitch, it should be just about over by now. Well, the real deales after that.


    The ceremony was just a prelude, after all. The real heart of the matter was the Summit of the Imperial Children that would follow.


    I really hope nothing happens Wein murmured.


    As I expected. You are worried about Princess Fnya.


    Im always the one going out. Ive finally realized what it feels like to be left behind.


    Ha-ha-ha. Maybe youd like to take the fastest horse and rush to her side?


    Your Highness, that was a joke.


    I know. I was just calcting if its possible.


    Revan broke into a cold sweat. Please do not scare me like that Let us simply pray for her safe return. Thats all we can do.


    Youre right. I guess thats it.


    The rays of the setting sun streaming through the window began to dim.


    Night would soon be upon them.


    The eldest prince, Demetrio.


    The middle prince, Bardloche.


    The youngest prince, Manfred.


    Before the three Imperial princes, Crown Princess Lowellmina gave her deration.


    Let us discuss the future of the Empire


    In a secret room for just the four of them, the curtain was about to rise on the Summit of the Imperial Children where the fate of the Empire would be decided.